noun: someone; a person (more so woman) who puts forth the less fortuitous before themselves in compassions of nurturing and honoring the distinct.
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(AN: Y'all are hilarious mf people, on me! really thought yall was about to get a XX scene when y'all talked MAD sht about how they shouldn't have sex, XYZ, 💀 humble yourselves babygirls. Now, enjoy this chapter.)
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BEYONCÉ KNOWLES
Needs no explanation.
"Why are you so quiet?" Ashley whined, poking at my side. I stabbed my meanest death glare at her and huffed.
"Bitch, if I could, I would talk up a storm right now. Leave me alone."
"Ew, who pissed in your cereal this morning. I did nothing to you for you to be calling me the 'B' word." She sat back in her position. "Bitch."
Ashley, Tyler, Kelly, and Chris all made it their business to show up, unannounced here like it was some kickback. Not that it was already their thing every chance they got to accompany me, but it was eight in the morning. I was suspicious, stressed, and sleepy.
They were being way too much right now. Maybe it was because I was running off of less than five hours of sleep, or maybe because their questions did not stop for one second, maybe even both factors, but I knew I was pushing a scream that wanted to so badly escape. I sat with my head laid back against the cushion of the sofa while Chris sat opposite of Ashley, chewing on his gum smackingly loud.
I could smell the mint flavor from here and it was nauseating me on top of all other things.
"Don't act like you're not boo-hoo sad when we're not here." Kelly then spoke up, nudging my knee as she walked past us holding a prepackaged fruit bowl. "We know you're strung out and all but you ain't gotta' be rude."
"Am not." I lied. I was past strung out. The main subject surrounding all their questions had been about Ms. Maraj and it didn't help any.
I hadn't given them a tiny insider of the night, too damn embarrassed more than anything. I wasn't ready to spill anything yet and I didn't expect them to be on me about it so quickly and early. I wasn't even in my right state of mind; My mind reverted back to flashbacks every five minutes it seemed.
Vivid flashbacks I found myself staring into space for long minutes, even, until Tyler shouted out to me to come back to Earth. Kelly just watched me with a smirk; I'm sure she was reading my mind.
"I'm just tired. I don't want to talk about it right now." I further sighed. I felt bad I was giving them an attitude thus far but then again, they came into my apartment messing with me.
